Good morning pancakes for G&W this morning.
I realized that my propensity to freebase sugar (a diet composed mostly of chocolate sauce, nutella, swedish fish, red licorice, heavily sweetened lattes and diet coke) is apparently hereditary when Whit announced to me: “After a bite with the chocolate chips, it’s really good to have apple juice.” Yes, buddy, it is. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t agree!
With the debate in the background (those snappy red patent shoes!) I find myself tearing up reading this about Paul Newman:
At a moment when America feels angry and betrayed, when our leaders have forfeited our trust and jeopardized our future, we lost an American icon who stood for traits that have been in short supply in the Bush administration: shrewdness, humility, decency, generosity, class.
Maureen rocks for her casual use of sesquipedalian in a sentence. And Paul just plain rocked.
Grace, Whit and I had dinner tonight with Jen, Clemmie, Campbell, and Adelia. What a remarkable thing it is to have a friend who has known you since the very beginning … of motherhood, that is. Grace was 3ish weeks and Clemmie just over 3 months when we met for the first time. Jen, I’ve realized, is a kindred free range parent. Unlike the jaw-dropping looks of incredulity that met my announcement of Grace’s having flown alone, say, on the playground at Whit’s nursery school, Jen smiled and said, “I would do that with Clemmie!”
Photograph below is Grace and Clemmie at Clem’s first birthday party in Brookline in August 2003. How time flies! They are both kindergarteners now, but (blessedly) no less delighted to be in each other’s company.
